Unfiltered Thoughts: Wellbeing

Wellbeing. HUGE topic. A recurring headline both in our social feed and major publications. Pretty much covering everything and anything when thinking about our mental, physical, sexual, emotional or social selves. Helping us describe how we feel about ourselves – and check in with ourselves – as we think, converse and debate about self-care, anxiety or mental health, burnout, sex, eating disorders…just to name a few.

Like we said, big topic.

So, we would be surprised if you didn’t have a thought bubble about wellbeing! Drop us a line – we want to know what’s taking up space in your head. Something that you feel important to share could resonate with someone or offer a little insight into a thought or feeling for others?

e.g health / sex / relationships / drugs / finance / fitness


Content Warning

This following unfiltered thoughts may contain themes that might be difficult to read or triggering to some readers. Readers in need can visit our Creating a Safe Space page to see a full list of support services.


Reaching Out

There was a period in my life, which I have luckily been able to overcome, where I developed many self destructive tendencies as a result of the environment I found myself in. Part of these tendencies impaired my ability to communicate the ways in which I was struggling to people who would have potentially helped me at the time. Though I managed to overcome my struggles independently, in hindsight I realise that I was unable to get help as I didn’t ask for it and as I knowingly placed all the pressure of my situation upon myself. Though the situation I was in was far from ideal, it taught me valuable lessons in being able to open up to those who are close to me so as to prevent self-isolation, to encourage development of my communication skills and my ability to simply say that I am not okay sometimes.

Helena (she/her), 19 ACT 



As a student living in Australia, I often find myself feeling completely and utterly alone. It’s a gut-wrenching feeling, one that leaves me feeling empty and disconnected from the world around me. I’ve tried everything to shake this loneliness. I’ve joined clubs, attended social events, and put myself out there, but no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to connect with anyone. It’s like I’m always on the outside looking in, never quite fitting in. The worst part is, I feel like I’m the only one struggling. Everywhere I look, it seems like everyone else is making friends and having a great time. They’re laughing and smiling, while I’m left feeling isolated and alone.

Sometimes, the loneliness gets so overwhelming that I just want to crawl into a hole and hide. I start to wonder what’s wrong with me, why I can’t seem to make friends like everyone else. It’s a painful, self-defeating cycle that leaves me feeling lost and hopeless. But even in the darkest moments, I try to remind myself that it’s okay to be alone. It’s not always easy to make friends, and sometimes we have to go through periods of loneliness in order to find the right people to connect with. And even if we never find those close friends, it’s important to remember that we are enough just as we are.

It’s okay to be alone, to take time for ourselves and focus on our own interests and goals. We don’t always need to be surrounded by people to feel fulfilled and happy. In fact, taking time to be alone can be a great opportunity to get to know ourselves better and learn to be comfortable in our own company. So if you’re feeling alone as a student in Australia, or anywhere else, know that you’re not alone in your feelings. It’s not a reflection of who you are as a person, and it’s not permanent. Keep trying to connect with others, but also make sure to take care of yourself and find ways to enjoy your own company. And above all, remember that it’s okay to be alone.

Samuel (he/him), 21 QLD


My first wasn’t magical. Nor was it that bashful awkwardness of inexperience I’d watched in the theatres. It was an empty, passionless fuck.

We saw each other’s pictures. He sent one from within his pants and asked for one back. And I didn’t want to offend this man I’d never met, so I sent him one too. He took me to some shrubbery outside his house, where he reached in my pants and kissed me. I kissed him back. Tongues slapping together formulaically. He went down on me. Once he’d slobbered enough, he moved me inside him. I fucked him.

I hid my boredom behind a convincing moan. I walked home, as the rain began to patter, and I got into the shower and scrubbed his sticky saliva from me.

As my hair dried, his profile disappeared. I never saw him again. I laid on my bed, my sopping ends soaking through my silk pillow, and I opened my phone again, to decide on my second magicless fuck.

Alexandre (they/them), 18 NSW

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